The land of everlasting night

Let's try a different style. Also, I'm still looking for ideas for the circus and the fair; it's hard to write without ideas.

The city-state of Toland, part of the Greenwater River, is surrounded by mountains that are perpetually shrouded
in night, earning it the nickname "Land of Everlasting Night." Centuries ago, Toland was
one of the most powerful states in the Greenwater River region. However, this once-powerful kingdom gradually became increasingly isolated,
drifting away from the political center of Greenwater River and becoming a marginalized power. Outsiders' impressions of Toland
are always of endless, colossal mountains and the never-ending night above them; some say
it's an unnatural magical phenomenon, inhabited by an ancient and decadent race.

The young lord, Keynes, sat in a black, antique-style carriage, polished to a gleaming
shine . Made of fine wood, even the bat and rose patterns on the carriage were exquisitely detailed.

For a lord like him, it was a luxurious carriage. The road he traveled
was far from luxurious. The carriage traveled along a misty path, eerily silent except for
the sounds of hooves and wheels. Through the windows, all he could see were dark forests and unfathomable darkness. A cool breeze
blew through , a bone-chilling cold seeping into his body, causing the young lord to shiver

. "You seem to feel cold. Of course, for you humans, it is," a noblewoman, beautiful and elegant,
dressed in a black and crimson evening gown, her skin as pale as marble, sat
beside , looking at the shivering lord with a mocking tone.

"No, just a little uncomfortable," Keynes replied, unwilling to show weakness before the noblewoman,
both out of male pride and human dignity.

The mountain road grew narrower, and Keynes even had the illusion that he was heading towards an abyss, as if a gigantic beast lay
ahead , its jaws wide open, ready to devour everything. Then the carriage made a
sharp turn, reaching a cliff edge. The gravel crushed by the wheels slid down, and the sound of the gravel
hitting .

"How much longer until we arrive?" Keynes couldn't help but ask, the chill seeming to
freeze one's soul.

"Soon. Don't worry about your current state. You're not the first person to act like this, I assure you
."

The pale noblewoman gently tapped on the carriage window, and the coachman—a man always draped in a black robe—
slowed . Then the noblewoman glanced at the man, her eyes filled with mockery.

Keynes sighed. He didn't want to be looked down upon by this ancient race. Besides, his sister—his
beautiful sister—had fought in this darkness before, a vampire slayer who had hunted countless
vampires and werewolves.

"If you encounter vampires, you absolutely mustn't panic. They are killers of the night, and you can't escape those
monsters. You must remain calm. That's why I'm having you carry these weapons: crossbow bolts, blessed to pierce
their hearts, silver swords to wound them, or magical items with fire attributes." My sister was a great
beauty, and also a brave and strong female lord. She made hunting vampires her life's goal.
Vampires were the culprits that plunged this country into darkness—that's what my sister always said.

"I must, like the Dragon Princess of the distant empire, drive the vampires out of this country forever." When
she heard about the powerful empire in the distance, and how a red-haired girl riding a dragon had completely incinerated
the vampire clan that occupied the empire with dragonfire, my sister's eyes gleamed. She organized a team of demon hunters, constantly
attacking the vampire strongholds, achieving brilliant results for a time. But this sister, known as the vampire slayer,
disappeared during one operation and never returned. The fellow witchers all told the same story: she
fought to the last moment, only to have her throat ripped open by a vampire and fall to her death in a pool of blood.

But for some reason, Keynes felt no tears, nor any hatred for
vampires, when he heard this news.

Soon, a massive mountain appeared in the distance, its entire body composed of steep cliffs,
with no other path besides the road leading to the carriage. Then, a vast
city, comprised of castles and towns, came into view, but surprisingly, lights could be seen within its walls.

"Welcome to Tulis, the city of the night nobles, the City of Evernight," the noblewoman beside him announced with a
proud tone. Keynes craned his neck, gazing at the towering city walls,
the stark black Gothic architecture topped with numerous stone statues, as if watching over the visitor.

To be honest, the city was more bustling than he had imagined, much like a human city,
with bars, shopping malls, and residences—of course, the noble aristocracy of the night wouldn't display their coffins
like

in a museum. The streets weren't crowded, but there were still all sorts of people, especially vampires. Just as rumored, vampires had an almost obsessive pursuit of beauty. The streets were
spotless , and everyone was impeccably dressed; the men maintained a gentlemanly elegance, and the women
an air of nobility. Vampires also had a unique fondness for music; a chilling piano melody drifted from a music
salon , its mournful sound lingering. In a human city, it would have been as if saying—there's a
vampire here.

Keynes swallowed hard. The carriage stopped, and the woman in it alighted with remarkable grace
, followed by the young lord. By the dim light, he could see the coachman clearly—a thin, middle-aged man with
an expressionless face. The horse, too, seemed frozen in place.

"Oh, Riva, you've brought humans in again," a male voice said from behind. In
an instant, Keynes heard the rustling of a cloak in the wind behind him, and then a
gentleman with bared fangs lunged at him.

There was no time to retaliate. Keynes considered himself a first-rate fencer, but in that instant, he realized
what kind of monster he was facing. Had his sister always fought monsters like this?
The thought even crossed his mind in this life-or-death situation. As the male vampire's long-fingered hand gripped Keynes's arm,
a powerful grip, disproportionate to his male physique, was transmitted through him.

"Stop! He's the prince's guest!" The noblewoman spread her arms, and Keynes could see her fangs when she was angry.

The gentlemanly male vampire glared at her, then withdrew his claws and turned to leave
.

As he walked away, he noticed a beautiful maid beside the male vampire. Keynes
then realized that many residents in the city had servants. Male vampires had maids, and female vampires had male servants.
These servants were noticeably less refined than the vampires; although they were all beautiful, their tired faces
revealed their low status.

Vampires often kept humans as servants, providing them with services and
blood. His sister, who was quite knowledgeable about vampire ecology, had once explained that these humans were equivalent to
livestock in human society—they could be hunted and used for their amusement at will; their primary purpose was to provide their masters with
blood.

However, this was true for other vampire clans, but for this clan, livestock often had
a different meaning. Keynes saw a passing male vampire leading a chain around
the neck of a beautiful woman. The exotic woman with long black hair was being led around like an animal,
her body covered only by a leather bodysuit symbolizing torture, revealing her genitals and showing
signs of whipping.

At the other end of the street, another vampire who didn't seem particularly noble—in other words, a
lowly vampire—was pushing a blonde girl against a wall, lifting one of her legs high, and
playing with her genitals with his long fingernails. Deeper still, it seemed as if the same figure could be seen doing the same
thing.

Next, they arrived at a brothel. To Keynes's surprise, the brothel was astonishingly large and lavishly
decorated , revealing the extravagant nature of the nobility of the night. At the entrance, one could see
noblewomen and beauties of various figures, dressed in alluring and sexy attire, engaging in intimate contact with men. Even the prostitutes possessed
superior beauty, their elegance tinged with decadence.

The Serret clan—remember this name, they are the dark demons entrenched in our country,
my sister kept emphasizing this. Vampires are not a particularly active race in Orusis; they often
choose to live in the shadows, enjoying a nobility-like life at night. Records indicate that the origins of Orusis' vampires
are unknown, and their existence for an extended period is unclear. However, it is generally believed that they came from outside, and
there are five powerful clans among them, living throughout Orusis. Due to their terrifying
characteristics, this race, despite possessing great power, is still hunted by humans.

Over five hundred years ago, the vampire clans of the Western Alliance were besieged by the followers of the supreme god Farus.
The entire clan was purified by the Templar Knights, and since then, there has been no trace of large-scale
vampire . The remaining vampires are concentrated in the Green River and the shadows of the Empire. The vampire
clans of the Empire have been involved in various incidents for many years. In the Empire, vampires have become part of the local urban
legends . Hundreds of years ago, various vampires participated in major events, causing
conflict between humans and vampires. Until a few years ago, the entire vampire clan was besieged by the Empire's heavy forces. The Dragon Knight's Daughter, born from fire,
descended from the sky and brought a devastating baptism of fire upon the clan. To this day, only three clans remain.
Two of them lurk in the Green River: the most powerful Night Demon Clan—still proudly proclaiming their
racial superiority and claiming to be the strongest and largest clan today. Then there's the Serret—the decadent and pleasure-seeking Nightwings,
the scum of the vampire clan, who find pleasure in debauchery and endless depravity. The third clan is the Secret
Clan, the most ardent advocate of vampire secrecy; even their location is unknown.

For the vampires of Serret, indulging in decadent pleasures is their true joy; it's said their
licentiousness is even unbearable to their own kind. Handsome males and beautiful females engage in various obscene acts of
intercourse in the city, wantonly pursuing their decadent nature.

"The Prince won't see you today, but he sent me to entertain you, handsome gentleman," a
vampire stroking Keynes's face with her long, slender fingers, her fragrance intoxicating.
By every measure, she was a top-tier beauty; her looks, temperament, and figure possessed an ability to ignite
male desire. This reminded Keynes of his sister, a young woman who had always been a renowned
beauty in the kingdom, with countless suitors. However, as her brother, Keynes had seen his sister's naked body. He
remembered secretly hiding in the bushes, watching her bathe, admiring her snow-white skin, firm breasts,
and well-toned, smooth, and taut legs, watching the water droplets glide across her alluring naked body.
From childhood, his sister had always been a goddess in many people's hearts—noble, strong, beautiful, and elegant,
practically everyone's dream lover. Even her appearance in a witcher's uniform was captivating.

His sister died at the hands of these people… Although he had never seen her corpse, he had imagined countless times in his
mind how her beautiful body was torn apart by these vampires,
dying like a porcelain doll. Whenever he thought of this, Keynes felt an erection.

The prince's castle was naturally decorated extremely lavishly, but what surprised Keynes most were the two rows
of beautiful women standing in various lewd poses, treated as specimens. Reaching out, he lightly touched their skin; apart from being a little
cold, their skin was as elastic as that of a living person. It was only then that Keynes noticed that these women, who appeared to be specimens,
were actually alive. On their bases stood nameplates identifying them; these beauties came from different
eras and social classes—noblewomen from over a hundred years ago, vampire assassins from decades past, and female knights and adventurers
from distant lands. But their appearances, like their bodies, seemed frozen in time
.

Keynes pressed close to one of the beauties' bodies, unable to sense her life force, yet clearly aware that
she was alive… just like the noblewoman beside him. In an instant, a chilling thought
washed over him: these people weren't living humans, but rather inferior vampires transformed into eternally youthful beings. A curse
had preserved their beauty forever, but also condemned them to eternal torment. Thinking of these beauties…
As the woman was to stand here forever like a specimen for centuries, her once-envied beauty becoming
an object forever to be defiled, Keynes's lower body grew increasingly hard.

Turning the corner of the corridor, there was a dining hall, but vampires didn't need food, only blood.

Several servants had already poured blood into glasses, and a male vampire could be seen
tasting the blood like fine wine.

"This is the blood of a pure virgin, Night Flower Riva, won't you try some?" the gentleman bowed to the lady
.

"No, if I were to drink, I would prefer the blood of a man, preferably a young and handsome nobleman."

As soon as he finished speaking, Keynes felt as if he had been bitten on the neck. He reached up, thankfully it was just a hallucination.

"Those things in the corridor..." Keynes couldn't help but ask.

"Just as you guessed, they are clan exhibits. Collecting these beautiful bodies is a pleasure for the prince and our
clan ." The male vampire smiled gently, but his smile contained cruelty.

"Truly, incredibly creative..." Keynes walked towards the man, his gaze fixed on
the naked woman hanging upside down like a chandelier in the center of the room. Her beauty was as pure as a saint's, yet she
was being played with in the most cruel and blasphemous way. Her hands were bound behind her back, her legs crossed and wrapped around the lamp, her long golden hair cascading
in the air, her eyes blindfolded, but her identity plaque was inserted into her vagina—a thick, large, pure gold
jar inserted upside down, inscribed with her identity. She was
the woman known as the Saintess of Toland, the one who sacrificed herself over two hundred years ago to save the kingdom, defeating
the vampire Grand Duke with her holy blood and saving the entire nation. In legend, the Saintess used blood against blood, defeating the strongest vampire Grand Duke with her sacred
blood as a weapon, dying from blood loss. But no one
could have imagined that the saintess who saved the kingdom two hundred years ago would be reduced to the lowest of her kind, becoming their
plaything . You see, her statue still stands in the kingdom's square.

Keynes watched as the saintly virgin who saved the kingdom was shamefully toyed with, unable to contain his excitement
. The vampire male beside him watched, a knowing smile spreading across his face. He sat on a
round glass table, through which he could see three beautiful women supporting it. They
were all naked, arched over, their upper bodies stretched horizontally forward, their heads protruding.
A single pillar stood between them, with three horizontal bars extending from each, inserted into their vaginas, connecting the three women together.

The table was supported by the three women's eight spread-out white legs. Around each of their necks
hung a nameplate indicating their former identities.

"These people... so that's how it is..." Finally, Keynes understood a
long-standing unsolved mystery of the Kingdom of Toland. The Demon Hunter Knights are an independent knightly order established by the kingdom. Although they also bear
the responsibility of national defense, their true purpose is to fight against the vampires within the country. Equipped with the finest
weapons are a true royal army and a heroic force of the nation. Strangely, however, each
Grand Master of the order is a young and beautiful woman, and their terms never exceed three years before a new Grand Master is appointed.
Former Grand Masters disappear for various reasons, ostensibly due to death in battle or retirement, and with
the kingdom's backing, most people don't think too deeply about it. But when
Keynes saw the nameplates around the necks of the three women, identifying them as the second, third, and fourth Grand Masters of the Demon Hunter Knights, he realized
the fate of these former heroines. It turned out that these vampires had long since infiltrated the nation.

What a wonderful reality! The young lord looked at the Knights below him, a
lustful .

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